There is a problem with booking in advance. One has to decide. One can’t act on impulse – unless one decides to be out of pocket. It’s all very well living in the here and now, but as far as tickets are concerned, one cannot avoid the moment of contemplating the future. One has to [...]

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I am silent, lying in bed, unable to sleep, listening. I hear my blood soughing in my ears. Then the sound spreads – but that is feeling, surely? What is the difference? It all feels the same. The sound in my fingers, in my feet. There is tingling there too – and that too seems [...]

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The sound of silence The sight of darkness The touch of nothing I sit quiet, still I listen. I hear chain saw, traffic, lorry reversing. I let it go. Pay attention to my breath. I hear birdsong, lawn mower, the heating control. Just breathe. Be still and know that I am God Be still and [...]

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Described recently in this paper as “Rickmansworth’s most famous citizen”, few names associated with this area’s history are more familiar than that of William Penn. Locally, a school, a shopping centre and a leisure centre have all been named after him. His portrait hangs in Rickmansworth High Street on a pub sign. Basing House, his [...]

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